It must be said that the Yinshi Evil King's caution surprised everyone. He performed such long-distance spatial displacements no fewer than five times, leaving everyone so dizzy and disoriented that it was impossible to discern where they had arrived.
At last, the group came to a halt within a dark, deep mountain ravine. The ravine was narrow, eerie, and over ten thousand feet deep. Looking up, one could only see a narrow slit of daylight. All around were dense toxic marshes filled with venomous insects and snakes. Amidst the thick undergrowth, one could vaguely make out shattered white bones.
Not far away stood a tri-colored altar constructed entirely of bluestone, emitting an ancient aura. Complicated patterns were engraved on its surface, resembling distant stone carvings or murals, as if they were telling stories from a bygone era. The ground around the altar was clear of weeds, obviously having been deliberately cleared.
